123/We (really) didn't start that fire!

We (really) didn't start that fire!
Date of Scene:	25 February 2020
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Bobbi and Blink team up to rescue folks from a burning building
Cast of Characters:	Bobbi Morse, Bobby McFadden

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Bobbi Morse has posed:
Hell's Kitchen. New York. Somebody was right when they named this bit of the city that. It's just past dusk. And, there's a problem in the area. There's smoke in the sky. Half a block from Bobbi, there's smoke and flames pouring out of the third storey of a brownstone. Bobbi's been around the area since midday. Thanks, observation work. It's not her that calls it in. She's S.H.I.E.L.D. and doubts they'd think well of the spooks calling in a fire. Instead, good people (yes, those are a thing in the area....albeit rare and hard to find) called it in.

"My weed!"

That. THAT is the first thing Bobbi hears as she's got within what most wouldn't consider a 'safe distance'. She's got her ear on the frequencies. Dispatch fire trucks. Hell's Kitchen. Bobbi sighs to herself. "They won't get here in time" she says. True that. Traffic. And road laws. Bobbi's joined a small group who are arguing over how to help. She's glad in a way it's bringing people together...if only to argue over helping people. And the poor guy who had his weed burn up. Well, Bobbi's gonna be hungry then. Great. She's gonna actually eat S.H.I.E.L.D. food. Yeesh, Bobbi

Bobby McFadden has posed:
Blinkdog has been stuck in his coyote hybrid form for almost a week now. Outside of a few garbage can buffets he is starting to get a little bit more on the hungry side. Then his keen senses picked up on the smell of smoke. At first he thought possibly someone running a rooftop BBQ, but then the smell of plastics and other burning materials join the mix and he realizes its more than just a cookout. It's trouble. Still he feels an urge to go check it out.

Pulling his hoodie up and enshrowding his canid face in shadows he makes his way along the back alleys and eventually emerges out into a crowd of people milling around staring at a building across the street that is steadily sending streamers of smoke up into the sky.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi shakes her head at the building, and turns to survey the area. She's top of her class as far as graduation goes. Looking around the area, Bobbi sighs. "Seriously?" Bobbi asks. She's doing some mental leaps of logic. It takes the FDNY this much time to get here. Okay, great. Morse is S.H.I.E.L.D. and....not really her place to get involved as far as doing the PD's job for them, or FD's job. She's watching, listening.

"Yeah but we can't just go running in there. Anyone in there?" she hears. There's a furry blur as a cat sprints past. Cat's got the right idea, though. That feline's booking it and getting the hell out of the area. "Anyone in there?" Bobbi asks and her heart sinks when she hears a reply. "Yeah, couple in there. Not the apartment that's on fire. One behind it"

Oh great. Well then....if they all work together. They can do this, right?

And then somebody brings a garden hose. An honest to God, garden hose. Okay okay,it's for washing a food truck, but...still...

"Couplee?" Bobbi asks."Two teenagers in there. Parents went off to get drunk or something" one of the crowd says. Oy. Bobbi's going to have words with them should they come back.

Bobby McFadden has posed:
Blinkdog clenches his fist. If he gets involved he'll get seen... and probably blamed for the mess. People -hate- mutants... especially animalistic ones for some reason. Still... where are the sirens? Where are the cars and trucks that are supposed to have been at this scene like minutes ago when people started leaving the building for their own safety. "Oh maaaaaan... hey anyone call 911 yet? Do it yeesh!" he says to one guy next to him who is giving him a dirty look. Bobby flickers and appears behind another group of people not bothering to hide the fact that he teleported from the startled man. He just wanted to get away from him.

"There's still people in there. Isn't there a little girl on the third floor? Her and that druggy mother of hers?" someone in the crowd asks.

Awww man... definitely getting involved... he thinks to himself.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi listens. She's getting involved too. Great. There's the faintest wail of sirens but they sound like they aren't heading this way. Bobbi clenches her fists and shakes her head. Looking over the building, Bobbi nods and steps closer. She whirls around and looks over the crowd. "So there's a little girl in there?" Bobbi asks. Without waiting for a reply she's heading for the door to the building. After all. Her suit is fire resistant. With her sunglasses on, she's got night vision. Smoke is a problem however, but...

Putting a foot into the building, Bobbi turns and nods to the crowd. She's more preoccupied with saving that girl. Impulsive, yes. Irrational? Maybe. Into the flames she goes. The spring loaded staves come out ass there's the crash of doors being broken down. Morse is checking the apartments on the first floor. If they can hear it out there. ..they can hear her beating down doors. Who says S.H.I.E.L.D are heartless militaristic spooks anyway? This is (albeit inadvertently) good PR

Bobby McFadden has posed:
Blinkdog takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Getting ready to go inside. He knows that one deep breath of that acrid smoke and you're done for. Best to keep low, maybe he can get those people to douse him with that water hose... yeah right. Best to just run on in.

Blinkdog has never been inside that building before so its going to have to be the old fassioned way getting inside. He begins to push his way through and between the people standing and watching as everything unfolds.

"Man my stash is in there, someone do somethin!" another voice joins in "Noone cares about your damn stash pothead my STUFF is in there!" Another answers Bobbi's question "Yeah she ain't here. She's gotta be up there, little toddler!" someone in the crowd says.

Thats it! Definitely going for it... they said third floor. Third floor it is! He pushes his way through and into the open street and starts running for the entrence while making sure his hood us all the way up to hid his features.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Head down and fire resistent suit doing its thing, Bobbi's taking shallow breaths. She is kicking in and staving in doors. Third floor. Third floor. Bobbi's feeling the door. No flames as she heads up to the second door, and veers away from the burning apartment. One more floor...

"Hey you, want some wee-"

Thud. One dealer knocked out. Bobbi now has a quandry. Nobody said there were weed pushers up here. Nobody said weed pushers could run through closed doors and stay concious, either. Bobbi's hoping for help. She's just at the top of the stairs to the second floor. With a deep breath of fresh air, she heads for the third floor. She's taken two steps when the fire roars out of the apartment door. Shit.

Shit shit shit...Get to the third floor. And leave the dealer. Somebody else can get to him. Bobbi's priority is that toddler. Get her out of there. Preferably not by exiting via a window

Bobby McFadden has posed:
Blinkdog Blinkdog makes his way into the burning building. All the doors are either busted open or already have people filing out on the first floor. The apartment that had the cat in it has an elderly couple helping eachother on their way out the front as he passes them.

Blinkdog teleports to the landing of the stairs and again making it to the second floor when he spots a woman dressed mostly in black wearing a sleek black and white outfit. Whoah thats different... well this is NYC, not THAT different. He teleports ahead of her reaching the landing and runs down towards the first door he sees on the third floor. His appearence is soundless and stirs the smoke with the breeze of his arrival. He begins pounding on the door and he shouts, "FIRE! FIRE! Anyone in there?!? There's a FIRE!"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
$RFollowing the teleporting....thing, Bobbi pauses to help the elderly couple. "Your cat's safe" she says and keys her comms unit. "Secure the cat, I'm with the couple who keep it, they don't want to lose it" she says and smiles. "You'll be reunited with Mr Snuffykins" she says. The cat's name gets a wry smile, before she's following the teleporter, one swing of her staves and she's busting in doors too. Once up on the third floor. THe yelling's good, Bobbi has to admit. But.

Nothing beats staves getting through doors. Which is what she's up to, breaking doors. The wail of sirens is finally. Finally heard. She slams a staff into the door and looks to the teleporting....hoodie?

"You got the kid?" she asks. "I was coming in here for that but if you got that girl it's all yours" she says with a nod. The pothead from the floor below is coming around and begging to get outta here. So. Bobbi does. She takes a good grip on him, and braces herself. Fine. Exit via window it is. With the sound of smashing glass....Bobbi takes her leave at 9.8 meters a second, given the second floor's fully ablaze....and empty. Third floor's where they're at. Well, more Blinkdog, because Bobbi (and pothead #2) are in a tug of war with gravity. Gravity wins. Dealer slips out of Bobbi's grip, his jacket sliding off of him, and he thuds into the pavement. Proving the universe has a sense of dark humor, he thuds right next to the back of an ambulance. Neat, efficent. Totally worth the broken legs, pelvis, fractured shoulders and new pants then.
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Bobbi on the other hand has twisted herself to land like it's a gymnastics move. Landing with the grace of a cat in an oil slick, Bobbi lands,mostly alright. Mostly. Just winded and slightly uneasy about the building going up like that.

"Alright, who was the one bitching about their weed?" Bobbi asks. Oh. She's going to have words with the pothead. And here comes the walking brewery too. The drunk parents. This gets better and better. And the PD show up now....wonderful...

Bobby McFadden has posed:
Blinkdog starts coughing as he sucks in a little bit of the smoke filled air. He ducks lower and tries to get control of his breathing, now limiting himself to short small breaths that he takes in while ducking low. He then steps aside as Bobbi steps past him and caves in the door with her staves. He blinks pausing a moment before nodding, his canid face now slightly visible as the hoodie slips back a little with the gesture.

Blinkdog doesn't pause long; however, and is quickly inside the smoke filled apartment. The smoke is coming in through the vents filling the place with deadly mist. There is a little girl in a pen in the livingroom crying her little head off while her mother is passed out on the couch. Ignoring the mother for a moment he scans the apartment getting his barings before rushing forward and grabbing the little girl. He vanishes and reappears outside in front of the crowd.

"Look its a mutie! He's got the girl!" Blinkdog ignores the exclamation and shoves the girl into the arms of the person shouting, "Take the kid and shut the hell up!" he says as he vanishes once more...

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi spins on a heel. "Look it's a douchebag" she says. "He's got a mouth that's open" she says. Stresss equals sass. She's still got her staves in hand. And she's ready for a fight. "You want to talk shit about mutants? You want to pick a fight? I'm right here" she says. She's impulsively defending the new friend who went into a burning building to rescue a little girl. That takes guts.

With staves in both hands, she's itching for a fight but returns the staves to their bracers.

That's when she gets told to raise her hands. "I did nothing wrong" she says firmly. She stares down the patrol officer who has cuffs out. No, no arresting somebody several thousand pay grades above you? Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Bobbi sighs. "Lok. I went into that building and helped rescue that little kid. You want to arrrest anyone. Bust the people who did crimes, officer." she says.

The radio crackles, supervisor needed. That brings another car to the building as Bobbi produces her ID.

"Jesus Christ. You're one of those?" the officer says. Bobbi nods. "This guy's with me" she says nodding to Blinkdog. "He helped me out. He's not to be touched, underrstand?" she asks with a nod to the mutant. "You want a ride anywhere?" she adds. The cops are taking statements. Bobbi's hoping her ganbit of 'S.H.I.E.L.D is protecting this mutant' pays off.want a ride anywhere?" she asks. Oh she's got her staves ready to go. Keying her comms she speaks.

"Agent 19 ad guest needing transport in Clinton. Send an SUV and team to my location. Things could get ugly"

Bobby McFadden has posed:
Blinkdog meanwhile appears back in the appartment same as before but this time it is filled with more smoke. The woman on the couch is now stirring and coughing as she looks around confusedly. "Ww..who are you" she mumbles half out of it.

Blinkdog frowns at the state of the apartment, especially the band and needles the woman had been using to shoot up. Still this is no time to be arguing social services with the lady as he stoops down over her and tries to heft her up. Fortunately in this form he is far stronger than she is as she struggles in his arm. "Put me down you damn... whatever the *cough* hell you are!" she coughs again but this time it is in the clean outside air as Blinkdog appears once more setting her down.

"It's that mutie again! He probably started it!" someone shouts. Blinkdog's hood is all the way down revealing his coyote-like head. He sees the shield agent chatting with the officers and gesturing at him as she practically chews their head off. Once again he doesn't stick around long enough to get anything thrown at him. He just vanishes back into the building to look for more people. More and more vehicles arrive this time the actuall fire trucks finally making it on scene as the fire has now spread to two more apartments and filled the building with blinding smoke.

Blinkdog finds one more person and teleports them out but this time back at a familiar alleyway a few blocks away. "You're safe now." he says to a confused man in his pajamas before dissapearing once more.